A Tigress Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

A tigress makes ready,
It’s as if she’s refurbishing
Her artillery - a state-of-the-art
Inebriation that deludes you
Into a whole vassalage
Of annihilation.

A tigress makes ready:
She polishes her claws
That gnaw its way, clambering
An enervating height.
She unsheathes her fangs -
A pair of bale and morose consummation.
She rehearses her roars
Of irresistible cajoles
While I lay here, silent
And restive -
Almost giving in
To the seductions of the
Vengeful aggression.

There is a tigress
That makes ready.
Slowly pacing
The premises of vulnerable bodies.
Of intimate kisses,
Of grinning skylines
And indistinct hisses.

A tigress makes ready
To destroy.